


Crash And Fall

by LAStylesss



Category: Harry Styles - Fandom, One Direction (Band)
Genre: Beach Holidays, F/M, Female Character of Color, New York
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-04-09
Updated: 2018-04-30
Packaged: 2019-04-20 14:42:34
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,635
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14263266
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LAStylesss/pseuds/LAStylesss
Summary: What happens when fate plays with two people from two different ends of the spectrum? A broken girl who knows her identity but doesn't know how to make her mark in this world and a lost boy who's already made his mark but doesn't know what his identity is.In a strange string of events, twenty year old Hiraya "Hope" Locke gets stuck on a deserted island with the international British idol Harry Styles. With no assurance of getting out, they learn to survive and in the process, learn secrets that will change their lives permanently.They know about fate but what they don't know is that fate likes to play its own games. Can they keep up with it?"Can we really do this Harry?""Oh, love. Trust in your name why you don't you? You are Hope."





	1. Chapter 1

**Chapter 1**  
**How to Ride A Plane**  
  


"Did you put sunscreen inside as well as extra batteries? Did you bring the utensils I bought you? Heaven knows you lose them more than you can count. And put the plastic utensils they'll give you in the ziplock bag. Oh and don't forget to put everything back in your backpack ha?"

"For the hundredth time, yes mom, I already put the ziplock bag in my backpack. And yes, I brought extra batteries for the flashlight even though it's solar powered. I won't use the plastic utensils the flight attendants will give. I brought the travel utensils you gave me. You want to see everything again?" I say to my mom as I show her the contents of my backpack on FaceTime where a ziplock bag full of survival and first aid materials are inside as well as a small canister containing my metal travel utensils and metal straw. "See, it's there. Don't forget I'll be arriving there okay?"

"Just making sure Raya. Last time, you forgot it and I had to put it in my bag. I don't want that to happen again," Mom shakes her head as her lob sways from side to side and she walks to somewhere. "We'll wait for you outside the airport. There's wifi at the arrival area so make sure you send me a message once you're there. See you soon sweetie. I love you! Oh yeah, stay away from any random strangers you think are dangerous."

My mom wags her index finger at me as she raises her eyebrows. Ever the protective Asian tiger mother.

"Mom, I'm already twenty remember? I've been on a dozen flights. I know this. I love you guys and see you soon! Tell Hunter and dad not to hog all the dried mangoes we have." I chuckle as I take a sip of water and sit cross-legged in the cool metal chairs.

As always, my mom still treats me like a child who doesn't know what to do whenever I travel alone. Honestly, I've already flown by myself several times and managed to come out alive but she still feels as though it's always my first.

"You do know that no one can stop that duo once they start right? But I'll try," Mom teases. "See you soon, baby. I love you."

We wave to each other and I press the end call button. Today is the start of my first day of summer vacation from college. At last, I can finally relax and be away from all the numbers and figures I face every day inside the four walls of the classroom. Now, I can just sit back, relax and have a fun time in my mom's motherland, the Philippines.

At the moment, I'm currently waiting to board the plane heading for the Philippines. To pass the time, I'm watching a Korean drama series on my phone with a bowl of Dimsum takeout in my lap. My mom, dad and little brother flew a week earlier than I did. I was supposed to fly with them but had to rebook because I had to take my finals in my Analytic Chemistry class, a crucial course for a Chemical Engineering student at NYU Poly taught by the most feared professor in our department, professor Brooke.

After finishing the exam and almost peeing my pants in the sheer anxiety and frustration I felt during the six hours of examination, I bolted straight out of the lecture hall and to my house to get my luggage and order food then to the airport for my flight. With New York traffic, you can never predict if you will arrive early or not.

As if luck was on my side tonight, I arrived at the airport at around seven already carrying my luggage and food for tonight. I left a text to my college friends to have a fun summer as each of us headed back to our own homes. An outpour of well wishes and requests for souvenirs came bombarding my inbox. Ah, I'll miss them this summer.

After that, I text my best friends, Shantel Warren and Knox Gallagher, to update me what they'll be doing while I'm gone. I get no replies but as I check the time, Which is a little over half past seven in the evening, I now understand why they're not replying. Right now, Knox would be in his dance rehearsals and Shantel's probably shooting some photos for her blog. If they were already done, I'm sure I'll be bombarded as well.

So, I proceeded to the waiting area of my terminal gate and settled myself several rows away from the gates beside a woman video calling her husband. Now here I am, all alone at John F. Kennedy International Airport on a waiting for the boarding gate to open surrounded by thousands of people I don't know.

I'm down to my last pork dumpling as the episode ends so I pop it into my mouth and savor the last remnants of this glorious meat filled parcel of goodness. My eyes feel tired out as well with all the staring at my paper earlier so I turn off my iTouch and proceed to put it in my ziplock bag.

As I look around my surroundings, my lips curve up at the view. I love people watching and JFK always fascinates me as it's a place full of all kinds of humans walking from every direction: mothers carrying babies, businessmen still in their suits making deals on the phone, backpackers already in their summer outfits and a whole other myriad of intriguing people. Each one has a story to tell why they're here just like I am.

In the midst of the people walking to and fro, I see some paparazzi trying to be in incognito but failing to do so. They have bulgy cameras hanging loosely on their necks concealed with big jackets. Some are hiding it in a bag but the fat lenses protrude out while the others are not even hiding their identities.

My stomach shouts that I'm still not full so I take out a bar of granola I packed earlier. I'm the post-exam massive eater kind of girl which is weird, I know, but hey, when your brain just went to battle, you have to reward it with a good feast. As I take a huge chunk of the delicious granola, I notice that somehow, a lot of the paparazzi are near my boarding gate. Maybe there's someone special who's gonna fly here tonight?

Seeing prominent figures of all shapes and sizes are quite the norm here. You'll see famous singers, renowned book authors and artists, heads of state and even celebrities going in and out here to shoot films, be a guest on tv shows, attend conferences, relax in their posh penthouses or visit their celebrity friends scattered all over the different burrows of New York.

Last year, I saw Zayn Malik with Gigi Hadid walking with their heads down low and shades as tinted as it can possibly be at the boarding gate next to mine. They looked like a nice couple actually, both beautiful in a way that their skins are flawless and that they embodied the ideal look a normal person dreamed to have. Some people secretly ogled at them, maybe including myself. Well, okay, I did stare at them for an extended period of time. But can you blame me? They looked so beautiful.

"Good evening. Flight NRT 1825 bound for Narita International Airport is ready for boarding. The elderly, people flying with an infant, pregnant women and persons with disability will be given priority to board first. Those remaining, please fall in line properly. Thank you for flying with Japan Airlines. Have a safe trip!" A female flight attendant with a crisp voice announces in the speaker.

I get up from my seat and sling on the luggage I didn't check in—a backpack and duffel bag—and fall in line with the rest of the people. I especially chose this flight with its layover in Tokyo because I've always wanted to see their magnificent airport. Japan is such a lovely country and I've heard nothing but great news about their airport, food and their toilets that have seat warmers. Yeah, that's actually one of the main the reasons why I wanted the layover to be there. Good ol' robotic toilets you can only find in Japan.

As I'm waiting in line and looking about, I see a large group of people in dark clothing coming out from a special double door near the boarding gate, probably the first class lounge. They consist of five men with one in his early 20's and the rest in their late 30's. Each person is wearing dark clothing and carrying different duffel bags. One by one, they present their boarding passes and passports.

I squint my eyes to look closer at them and see a tall guy in the middle wearing Chelsea boots, dark jeans, sweatshirt and a beanie. He has tufts of brown curls peeking out of his beanie and lavender bags hanging from his very tired eyes. I know that face anywhere. Oh my gosh! It's Harry Styles.

I admit, I'm a fan of the guy. Well, I was, but not that much anymore. Yes, I've gone through a teenage boy band fangirl phase and listened to them religiously. I was devastated when Zayn left the group and when they went on hiatus. But, that was all part of my yesteryears. My hormones settled in and knew not to freak out. Now, I'm just chill like a cucumber looking at him. Yeah, chill. Smooth. Except that I'm moving around like a jumpy child who just saw a Toys R' Us.

Harry Styles and his group walk straight inside the entrance and continue down the ramp to the airplane. Some people whispered and the sound of a rapid succession of cameras clicking all over can be heard. The paparazzi swarmed our terminal gate like a group of hyenas who caught the scent of blood.

Thankfully, my line went smoothly after Harry's group entered. Once I've reached the ticketing officer who checked my ticket, I enter and walk down the ramp to the airplane's entrance and wait along with the other passengers.

I admit, seeing Harry Styles in person made my heart get all excited. It's like seeing your old elementary crush again. Your heart skips a bit but it's all because of nostalgia. He's a part of my favorite boy band and still holds a special place in my heart. Maybe I can snag a picture with him later? I sure hope so.

But then again, I don't want to add on to the stress he has on his tired face. I don't want to be that fan who ruins her idol's trip. Maybe he's on a tour right now? I'm not really up to date with him or any celebrity for that matter. College and work take a large chunk of my time.

"Miss, excuse me..." I hear a woman's voice from my back.

"Yes?"

"Can you please move forward? You're holding the line." She points ahead with a hint of impatience.

"Oh right, I'm sorry!" I blush and walk quickly to the entrance of the plane where the person in front of me is already waiting to go in.

When the last pregnant lady finally got her seat, the rest of us are allowed now to go inside. Friendly flight attendants greet us as we pass by them with some helping other passengers store their bags. I look to my left where the aisle to the business class and first class are situated in hopes to see Harry Styles. Sadly, I see no signs of him.

Sighing, I walk to the right down the small aisle to my economy class seating and scan for my seat number until I reach my row. I really I wish I get a chance to see Harry and take a picture with him later. I hope I can sneak in later. But for now, I have to rest.

Before placing my duffel bag in the overhead compartment, I take out my neck pillow and carry it to my seat by the window. Quickly so as not to disturb anyone, I squeeze to my seat with my backpack beside an old man with a balding head and place my backpack in my lap while I lean on the chair with my neck pillow in place. Mom drilled onto my mind to always keep my backpack near me whenever I travel.

One by one, the seats start to fill up until the last person was seated. Once everyone is seated, the doors of the plane close. The flight attendants walk past the aisle and perform their routine demo on the basic rules of flight safety.

My focus on them zooms out and my thoughts go back to Harry Styles. I hope he can rest here for a while and that he wouldn't be bothered by anyone that much. If I don't get any pictures with him, at least I hope the guy gets the alone time he needs.

My train of thought breaks as soon as the plane starts moving. The aircraft roars and picks up speed until it passes the runway and goes up in the air. Once it is flying steadily in the air and everything is clear, I take out my sleeping mask and headphones. I've had a long week full of exams and last submissions to professors and sleep is the best gift I can give to myself right now. So, I put on my sleeping mask, play my playlist for sleeping and visit dreamland.

I go into a deep sleep until I was wakened up by a flight attendant serving the first meal, breakfast on top of England. As promised, during the meal, I put the plastic utensils inside the ziplock bag and use the travel utensils mom brought me. My mom's a big environmentalist so she bought each member of the family travel utensils and metal straws to use every time we go out or travel.

After eating, I wash the utensils in the bathroom then place it back in my backpack and go back to sleep. I'm well into dreamland as I dream of professor Brooke handing me an A-plus on my paper but I stir awake from the voices of people and the plane encountering turbulence.Taking off my eye mask, I see everyone in a frenzy of panic. I look at the window and see it's raining cats and dogs. Maybe they're scared because it's raining outside? It's not something new to me as I've had some flights over countries that were experiencing storms.

Suddenly, a thought pops into my head. It's a little crazy but a great distraction nonetheless.

"Aha! Brilliant!" I smile to myself. Since everyone is busy with something, I can use this opportunity to sneak past the flight attendants and check in where Harry is. They've all been preoccupied with other passengers anyways. It's a long shot but I'll never know until I try.

Stretching my arms and legs, I take my backpack and strap it in front of me. The old man beside me seems nice but is clearly looking at me with an odd eye. Hey, my parents did say to always bring my belongings and that's what I'm doing right now. Plus, it's a good protection to my front if ever someone bumps onto me forcefully.

Slowly, I inch my way out of my row and walk along the aisle back up to where the curtain covers the business and economy class. The thought of what I'm about to do scares and thrills me at the same time. It'll be my first time doing this and maybe it's just the daredevil like thought of a just woken up person but I'm ready. I can do this. Don't back out now Raya!

As I look around, I see everyone talking loudly to each other. I'm almost halfway but in the distance, a flight attendant and a couple of passengers are walking in my direction. Oh sweet baby back ribs, maybe they've noticed this weird young woman with her backpack in front of her slinking her way to the business class?

"Good day everyone. This is your pilot for this flight, captain Kojiyama with co-pilot, captain Shimizu," A voice in the speaker announces overhead. Everyone in the aisle stops walking including myself and the rest becomes quiet. "We are experiencing heavy rain with flashes of lightning encountering low visibility. With this, we are taking an emergency landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, India to ensure everyone's safety. We are terribly sorry as this is not in our hands anymore. Again, we will have an emergency landing at Indira Gan—" The pilot's voice is cut by a deafening boom and the power momentarily going out.

I squat down and cup my hands over my ears. I was never a fan of thunders and lightning. Right now, I'm just doing my best not to cry and look like a giant crying baby. But, I think it's justifiable at the moment seeing as people around me are now screaming while they scramble for what to do. Mothers are trying to make their babies and children stop crying, people are taking their vests under their seats and flight attendants are asking people to sit down and stay calm.

Oh gosh, is this how I'm going to die? I'm not yet ready to die. I'm still not an engineer! Calm yourself, Raya. It will be okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. It was just turbulence and there's a heavy storm outside. My quest for Harry will just have to be cut for now.

Calmly, I stand back up and return to my row where the old man beside me waves for me to sit beside him.

"Miss, you have to go back here. It's not safe." He reprimands me like my grandfather would. Then, he takes something from below and I see two life vests in his hands, his and mine.  
As I squeeze my way back, he hands me my life vest and I hastily wear it underneath my backpack. "Thank you so much, sir."

The old man nods and puts back his seatbelt. Before I get the chance to put my seatbelt back, lightning strikes one more time and the plane cuts a hard right causing me to bump my head hard on the window of the plane.

Everything is a blur right now and my head feels like it's been hit by a truck. I'm in the small space of the row on my knees with my head about to split into two. What is this? A car chase on a freeway?

On my side, the old man tries to help me sit. As best as I can, I try to sit back up but the plane knocks me again to the side of the plane with my head hitting with a heavy bang. Finally, I slip into unconsciousness.

The last thing I hear is the faint voice of the old man beside me saying incoherent words and I think to myself, I hope we make it out alive.   
  
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**AN: So, this is the first chapter guys! Please leave your thoughts below and notify me if I have spelling errors or whatnot. Thank you!**


	2. Chapter 2: How To Survive A Plane Crash

**Chapter 2  
How to Survive A Plane Crash**

  
Sometimes, life doesn't work out the way you planned it. Some days you wake up on your bed and you know you're going on a flight to have the best summer vacation with your family and reflect on things that you've done. Other days, you wake up on a beach covered with hot sand on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. And yes, fate decided that today is that day.

I wake up to the sound of squawking seagulls and the rays of the sun hitting my face. Sitting up from my sprawled over position, I rub my throbbing forehead to ease the major headache that's tormenting me and slowly, feel pain coursing through my body. I don't remember the plane being so hot and humid. There weren't birds and sand there too. Wait a second. Birds, sand, hot, humid, and a hermit crab walking away from my legs? This is definitely not the airport of Tokyo nor the plane!

My head turns from left to right and my breath gets heavier and heavier every second as I panic and realize that everything is wrong. The plane is nowhere to be seen. I'm not inside of a plane but on a beach facing the vast ocean edging as far as the eye can see. There isn't anyone else here at the beach.

Just then, everything sinks in and I do the only logical thing I can think of, scream.

"Oh no, no, no!" I try to stand up but collapse down as soon as I do as my legs feel like it's being pricked by a million needles. This can't be happening to me right now. This only happened in the movies, not in real life!

Cold sweat trickles down my forehead and I rock back and forth as I try to catch my breath. I rummage the backpack that's thankfully still strapped to me for my inhaler. I take a puff of the medicine and feel immediately relaxed. But, as I remove the strap on my left shoulder, a stabbing pain makes me shout in pain and I feel that my left shoulder has been dislocated.

As best as I can, I remove the backpack using only my right arm and massage my legs so the oxygen can flow back once more. Closing my eyes, I try to relax my breathing as much as possible and concentrate on my breathing exercise. After a few moments, my breathing starts to slow down and I sigh. What happened?

Before I think of that, I have to tend to my aching shoulder first and get out of the blazing hot sun. Slowly, I stand up and limp my way to the nearest thicket of palm trees several feet ahead of me dragging my bag in the process. Once I'm there, I lay my bag on the sand and forage for two long sticks. There's a couple of decent sized ones near me and I take it.

I sit back on the sand beside me and take my metal container of water. Good thing I brought it in my bag. The canister is still more than half full and I take a swig to quench my dry throat. I shouldn't finish this all. Once my throat is hydrated, I place back my canister in my bag and take the stick beside me.

The crystal of my wristwatch is broken but fortunately, it still works. I knew it was a good investment to buy a waterproof watch. The watch is indicating it's half past eight and I write it down in the sand. After that, I arrange my bag flat on the sand and put the wooden sticks beside me. It's a good thing I took a basic survival course offered by the local Girl Scouts in my community.

Taking my left arm with my right, I close my eyes and count.

"One, two," I breathe and before I reach three, pull on my arm as hard and as fast as I could.

A popping sound emanates from my shoulder and I feel it realigning back in its place. But, the hot pain that it produces is too much for me to take and I slip into unconsciousness. I wake back up and see that the sun is almost directly above the sky now. I must have passed out for a couple of hours. And as I check my wristwatch, I did. It's already a little over past eleven in the morning.

The scorching hot sun up above the blue sky feels like it's mocking me right now. It's such a beautiful weather yet here I am in the most tragic of situations fit for a popular nighttime drama. At least I have my backpack with me, that's a good thing.

I inspect my backpack and see that everything that I packed is still here: travel utensils, metal straw, compact mirror, granola bars, a metal tumbler of water, zip lock bag, first aid kit, wallet, phone, comb, and earphones. I doubt my phone still works but it's comforting that it's here.It's a very good thing that my mom made my brother and I pack a big ziplock bag full of survival items every time we were on a trip. As my mother says, "You'll never know when an emergency happens. That's why it's an emergency." She's an official in my community's girl scouts and drilled it upon herself to influence us.

I check the contents of the ziplock bag hoping that everything is dry and thankfully, it is—compass, dental floss, solar powered power bank, flashlight, mirror, iTouch, matchbox, and batteries. That day was a good day to listen to my mom. If it weren't for these things with me, I don't know what I'll do if ever I stayed here longer.

Zipping up the plastic bag, I then take out the rest of the contents of my backpack to remove the sand stuck to it. After doing so, I open my first aid kit and take a paracetamol. I hope there's another survivor here. I can't do this all alone.

Taking deep breaths, I close my eyes and relax. After doing so, I assess the damage done to me. There are a couple of scratches on my arms, forehead, and legs and a huge gash runs along the back of my right hand. Gosh, what did this plane do to me? And really, where is the plane I rode in? I haven't seen it anywhere!

I'll think of it later. Right now, I have to take care of these wounds. I clean them with the salt water from the sea and it stings all over but dries it up quickly. After it's been washed, I put some antiseptic on it and leave it be. I don't want to waste my handful of bandage and tape on these.After it's been cleaned, I stand back up and dust my bottom. I take my compact mirror and as I look at my reflection, I see that I look like a beaten up drunk person who slept at the beach with my messed up hair, dirty ripped up black jogger pants, blood caked gray shirt and gray sneakers. What did happen on that flight?

I sit back down and try to recall what happened. I know I rode a plane going to the Philippines. Inside, I slept and ate most of the time. Then, I woke up to the crowd's panicked voices and the flight attendants trying to calm them down. I wanted to take a picture with Harry so I walked to get to his place but the plane encountered rough air turbulence because of the raging storm.

I remember the pilot saying we were going to have an emergency landing in India but the power went out before he can finish his statement. Then, I went back to my seat and the old man beside me handed me my life vest. The plane turned a sharp right that got me pushed to the window and hitting my head in the process. After that, my memories that proceed are all a mix of floating in the sea and the never-ending darkness.

Throughout all of this, I still feel lucky for being here. At least I didn't die, right? That's a good thing. But, I hope the old man beside me and the others survived. I hope Harry Styles survived. I hope they all are rescued right now and soon, I'll be rescued too.

First on my agenda now, I take off my wet sneakers and breathe a sigh of relief. I hate wearing wet shoes. Next agenda, slather me in sunscreen. I thank the good Lord for blessing me with slightly melanin-filled skin thanks to my mommy's Filipino roots so I don't get sunburned that easily. After that, find other survivors. That's the most logical thing to do right now.

Walking along the beach barefoot, I call out to anyone who's also stuck here or hopefully, a resident of this island. I doubt the last part is true as I see no signs of human life anywhere. But a girl can dream can't she?

As I take my steps, I rack my brain for all the lessons I learned as a former Girl Scout and hope that being a part of it throughout my whole childhood will work with me in my situation. Listening diligently to the Girl Scouts instructor instead of dozing off, is probably the best decision my ten-year-old self did.

I keep on walking the sandy coast cradling my injured shoulder and shouting to no avail. Still, I have to believe that there is no way I'm washed ashore alone by myself. There must be at least one or a couple of people here too, assuming they're all still alive when they have washed ashore. Gosh, I hope they're all alive! School and the Girl Scout community didn't really educate me on how to deal with dead bodies.

All I see around the whole vicinity is the sea to my left and some sort of thick forest to my right. No signs of people. And I don't know if it's an opportunity or it's saddening but one thing I do know is that wherever you are, there will always be plastic. And right now, I see some of it. There are a couple of plastic bottles washed ashore and I pick it up with my good arm.

I walk and walk the whole area but sadly, see nothing. I was about to give up but in the distance, I see something that makes my eyes go wide. Maybe it's fate blessing me or the Man upstairs? I don't know but I'm grateful. There stuck on the shore is a broken suitcase with its cover totally open. Does this mean the plane's near? I sure hope it is.

Quickly without my shoulders bobbing up and down, I run to the luggage and drag it away from the water. It's really heavy as water went inside it but I manage to drag it away back with my backpack under the shade of the palm trees. Protruding is a large cloth of what looks like a blanket or a suit jacket or something. I'll have to check this thing later.

Continuing my search, I shout and walk the perimeter of this not so small island. I look from side to side and check signs of any human traces or sunken pieces of the plane but sadly, there's none. As I realize this, my thoughts become darker and darker. Will anyone see me here? Will I get out alive? Or worse, will I die here?

I think of all the possible things to happen and all the things I've left behind. My family, friends, and the number one thought that pops into my head, my grades in my Analytic Chemistry class. My professor told us to check our grades a couple of days after taking the exams to see whether we passed. Even if I'm stuck here, I hope I passed. I don't want that failure to be associated with me if ever die here.

Laughing at myself at my ridiculous thought, I then hear something or rather, someone shouting from a distance. Am I hearing correctly? There's someone here?!

"Hello! Is anyone there?" I hear a deep voice shout on the farther side of the beach.

"Hi! Hello! Yeah, there's someone here... I'm here!" I shout back and run to the source of the sound as I support my shoulder.

The voice had an English accent to it that was quite familiar. I hope it's a marine officer or someone from the military. I run and run to the voice's direction with my heart pumping and pumping until I see a figure coming closer.

"Hello! Where are you?" The voice says.

It's odd but I really think that I've heard this voice before but I just can't put a name to it. Was it the man that sat in front of me on the plane? Was it some sergeant I've heard on the television?

"Near the huge rock!" I reply. The person comes closer and I see him much more clearly. "You have got to be kidding me right now." My mouth hangs agape.

The figure limps to where I am standing near the huge clump of boulders. The person stops in front of me then wipes away the sweat in his forehead that has a deep gash on its left side. The man has curly brown hair, piercing green eyes and was the British dream guy of my teenage years. It's Harry Styles. I'm stuck on an island with Harry  _freaking_  Styles!

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**_AN: Hey there! So here's the next chapter. I hope you love it! Leave me some comments down there and share your thoughts with me. I'd love that._ ** **_Anyways, I checked out the TSA app and all the things I listed here are TSA carry on luggage approved. If you want to know what other things you can bring in your carry on luggage, log on to their website._ **


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